Kidung Jemaat

Luke 12:1-39

• Syukur Kami padaMu [KJ.320]

  1. Syukur kami padaMu, Tuhan, Kepala G'reja; sebagai TubuhMu kami Kaupelihara. O Tuhan, urapilah pelayan jemaatMu menjadi gembala penuh karuniaMu. Dengan api Roh Kudus kobarkanlah imannya untuk mewartakan InjilMu di dunia.	Ef 4:11-16 1 Ptr 5:2 Mat 28:18-20 Mrk 16:15 Luk 24:47 Kis 1:8
  2. O Tuhan, curahkanlah wibawa yang rasuli, agar dihayati panggilanMu yang suci. KepadaMu sajalah harapannya selalu, tetap dan setia, teguh pada FirmanMu; pun ia layakkanlah bagiMu tiap hari, berani bersaksi dan giat melayani.	Luk 12:11 Kis 4:29-33 Kis 28:31 Ef 6:19
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Hymns

Luke 12:1-39

• [Luk 12:5] Terrible God, That Reign’st On High

  Terrible God, that reign’st on high, How awful is Thy thund’ring hand! Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand. This the old rebel angels knew, And Satan fell beneath Thy frown; Thine arrows struck the traitor through, And weighty vengeance sunk him down. This Sodom felt, and feels it still, And roars beneath th’eternal load: “With endless burnings who can dwell? Or bear the fury of a God?” Tremble ye sinners, and submit, Throw down your arms before His throne; Bend your heads low beneath His feet, Or His strong hand shall crush you down. And ye, bless’d saints, that love Him too, With rev’rence bow before His Name; Thus all His heav’nly servants do: God is a bright and burning flame.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Luk 12:7] God Sees The Little Sparrow Fall

  God sees the little sparrow fall, It meets His tender view; If God so loves the little birds, I know He loves me, too. Refrain He loves me, too, He loves me, too, I know He loves me, too; Because He loves the little things, I know He loves me, too. He paints the lily of the field, Perfumes each lily bell; If He so loves the little flow’rs, I know He loves me well. Refrain God made the little birds and flow’rs, And all things large and small; He’ll not forget his little ones, I know He loves them all. Refrain

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• [Luk 12:24] If Birds That Neither Sow Nor Reap

  If birds that neither sow nor reap Nor store up any food Constantly find to them and theirs A Maker kind and good; If man provide eke for his birds, In yard, in coops, in cage; And each bird spends in songs and tunes, His little time and age; What care will man, what care will God For wife and children take? Millions of birds and worlds will God Sooner than His forsake.
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• [Luk 12:27] Consider The Lilies

  Consider the lilies—how stately they grow! They toil not, they spin not, no seed do they sow; Yet they bloom all the summer, so shining and tall, The Father Who loves them takes thought for them all. Consider the ravens—who gives them their food? Who shelters their nest in the storm beaten wood? Who guides the young sparrow? who watches its fall? Their Father in Heaven takes heed for them all. Our Father in Heaven, Thy children on earth Than lilies or ravens Thou holdest more worth: O guide us and guard us, be near when we call, Uphold us, enfold us—we thank Thee for all!

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• [Luk 12:27] Long Ago The Lilies Faded

  Long ago the lilies faded Which to Jesus seemed so fair, But the love that bade them blossom Still is working everywhere. In the fields, and in the valleys, By the streams we love so well, There is greater glory blooming, Than the tongue of man can tell. Long ago in sacred silence Died the accents of His prayer; Still the souls that seek the Father Find His presence everywhere. Let us seek Him, still believing, He that worketh round us yet, Clothing lilies in the meadows, Will His children ne’er forget.

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• [Luk 12:27] We Thank Thee, O Our Father

  We thank Thee, O our Father, For all Thy loving care; We thank Thee that Thou madest The world so bright and fair. We thank Thee for the sunshine, And for the pleasant showers; And O, our God, we thank Thee, We thank Thee for the flowers. Out in the sunny meadows And in the woodlands cool, Upon the breezy hillside, And by each reedy pool, And in the quiet pasture, And by the broad highways, All pure, and fresh, and stainless, They spring up every day. And in the dusty city, Where busy crowds pass by, And where the tall dark houses Stand up and hide the sky; And where through lanes and alleys No pleasant breezes blow, Even there, O God, our Father, Thou mak’st the flowers grow. And whether in the city Or in the fields they dwell Always the same sweet message, The fair, sweet flowers tell. For they are all so wondrous, They show Thy power abroad; And they are all so beauteous, They tell Thy love, O God.

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• [Luk 12:29] He Supplieth All Of My Need

  All of my need He freely supplieth, Day after day His goodness I prove; Mercies unfailing, new every morning, Tell me of God’s unchangeable love. Refrain God hath laid help on One that is mighty, One who is Friend and Brother indeed; Nothing have I, yet I am contented, For He supplieth all of my need. All of my need He freely supplieth, Wisdom and guidance, strength as my day; Grace for each trial, comfort in sorrow, Blessèd communion all of the way. Refrain All of my need He freely supplieth, There’s not a void that He cannot feel; Never a burden He cannot lighten, Never a heartache He cannot heal. Refrain All of my need He freely supplieth, I shall not want, whatever betide; He that delivered Christ for my ransom, With Him will all things surely provide. Refrain

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• [Luk 12:32] Fear Not, Thou Faithful Christian Flock

  Fear not, thou faithful Christian flock; God is thy shelter and thy rock; Fear not for thy salvation. Though fierce the foe and dark the night, The Lord of hosts shall be thy might, Christ thine illumination. Arise, arise, the foe defy! Call on the Name of God most high, That He with might endue you. And Christ, your everlasting Priest, In all your conflicts shall assist, From strength to strength renew you.

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• [Luk 12:35] Let Every Lamp Be Burning Bright

  Let every lamp be burning bright, The darkest hour is nearing; The darkest hour of earth’s long night, Before the Lord’s appearing. Refrain Then trim your lamps, my brethren dear, Then trim your lamps with godly fear; The Master’s coming draweth near, Let every lamp be burning. Though thousands calmly slumber on, The last great message spurning, We’ll rest our living faith upon His promise of returning. Refrain His Word our lamp, His truth our guide, We cannot be mistaken; Though dangers rise on every side, We shall not be forsaken. Refrain Then let good works with faith appear, To help the world around us; Obedience brings the blessing near When faith has firmly bound us. Refrain

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• [Luk 12:35] Let The Lower Lights Be Burning

  Brightly beams our Father’s mercy from His lighthouse evermore, But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! For to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore. [or Some poor struggling, sinking sailor you may rescue, you may save.] Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar; Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed, Trying now to make the harbor, in the darkness may be lost. Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Trying now to make the harbor, some poor sailor may be lost.

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• [Luk 12:37] How Are Thy Servants Blest, O Lord!

  How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defense! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by Thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to her, Nor impotent to save. The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will, The sea, that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still. From all our griefs and fears, O Lord, Thy mercy sets us free; While in the confidence of prayer Our hearts take hold on Thee. In midst of dangers, fears and death, Thy goodness we adore; We praise Thee for Thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more Our life, while Thou preservest life, A sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to Thee.

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• [Luk 12:37] Ye Servants Of The Lord

  Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly Word, And watchful at His gate. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame, Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. Watch: ’tis your Lord’s command, And while we speak He’s near; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall His Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Christ shall the banquet spread With His own royal hand, And raise that faithful servant’s head Amid the angelic band.

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• [Luk 12:39] While Life Prolongs Its Precious Light

  While life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven. While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel’s charming sound! Come sinners, haste, O haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found. Soon, borne on time’s most rapid wing Shall death command you to the grave, Before His bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save. And in that land of deep despair No Sabbath’s heavenly light shall rise, No God regard your bitter prayer, No Savior call you to the skies. No wonders to the dead are shown, The wonders of redeeming love; No voice His glorious truth makes known, Nor sings the bliss of climes above. Silence, and solitude, and gloom, In those forgetful realms appear: Deep sorrows fill the dismal tomb, And hope shall never enter there.

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  source: Cyberhymnal